Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.